Welcome to Day 13 of February Photofest 2019 on MxNillin.com
This short erotica is based on real life sex between my partner, Fal, and I. We are both non-binary queers. Our pronouns are singular they/them/their.
I brace myself, one hand firmly gripping the cold metal rail to my left, the other placed flat on the concrete wall to my right, as Fal ravenously unbuttons my pants then pulls them down to my ankles with each step they take back. Standing on the landing just above them, I look down and our eyes meet just before they push their face into my crotch, rubbing excitedly against my already mostly erect girl cock through the soft, pink, cotton panties I picked out just for them.
We’re always like this when we get any time together. Fucking ravenous.
Living 345 KM apart will do that to you.
After all the late nights on video chat teasing one another, talking dirty, watching each other masturbate through cheap shitty webcams, and listening to static moans through shitty laptop speakers, finally being able to physically touch each other always feels like a goddamn revelation.
So, of course, as soon as we stepped foot in the staircase of our hotel building on our way out for date night, we couldn’t fucking wait a second longer. It was a gorgeous building, located right on Broadway Street in Saskatoon, a bustling neighborhood of popular restaurants and bars just off the Saskatchewan River. We wanted to fuck in it. And outside of it. Basically anywhere and everywhere we conceivably could.
345 KM apart and a penchant for semi-public sex will do that to you.
Despite all my effort to steady myself, I stumble a little when Fal roughly pulls down my panties so that my firm girl cock pops out and gently bobs in the air near their hungry mouth. Even though I see it coming, I can’t help but gasp excitedly the moment I feel myself slide down their warm throat. With their hand gripping the base of my shaft they stroke and suck me with an intensity I have felt few times in my life.
Suddenly they stop. I look down to see them excitedly pulling down their leggings and I know it’s time to sit down. As soon as my bare ass hits the landing I feel a sharp, cold shiver run through my thighs and lower back, but the warmth of Falon sitting back into my lap, easing their wet pussy around me, makes everything better. It feels so fucking good inside of them. Grabbing onto their hips I ease myself back to lay flat against the landing, letting my legs dangle down the steps
A door somewhere above us swings open. It makes a loud metallic clank, which is then followed by several excited voices. We don’t know how close they are, but given that we’re only 5 floors from the roof we know that there isn’t a lot of time.
Fal immediately hops off me and I grimace as cool air hits my wet girl cock. They quickly pull up their leggings as I frantically gather up the jumbled mess of my underwear and pants from around my ankles managing to drag them up to just above my knees. I almost fall face-first down the concrete steps in my mad dash, but Fal manages to help me sort everything out on the go and before I know it we’re in the main lobby.
Outside we take a moment to laugh. It’s an absolutely beautiful night, perfect summer weather.
“That was fucking close,” I say.
“Damn, I know I was,” they respond, a little disappointed that we couldn’t finish on the stairs.
Looking down they see that I am still rock hard, my girl cock straining so obviously against my skinny jeans that there was no way we’d get anywhere without somebody noticing. Their eyes dart about, lighting up a little as they think of something that I haven’t yet.
“Come with me.”
Suddenly, I’m being dragged across the street toward a paved path leading down a small grassy hill. At the bottom of the hill, the path disappears into some darkened woods that sit alongside the Saskatchewan River that stretches right through downtown Saskatoon. Fal’s pace quickens as we start down toward the trees. Halfway there they stop and thrust their hand between my legs, their fingers firmly wrapping around my still hard girl cock though my tight jeans.
“Okay good, let’s fucking hurry,” they say.
It doesn’t take us long to find a secluded spot. With it being well past dark, there not being few artificial light sources, and the thick foliage all around us blocking much of the moonlight, we really had our pick of anywhere. Fal sits down on a large rock slab right on the river’s edge, and I follow right beside them. There’s plenty of room for us both and we’re far enough away from the path that it’s unlikely anyone would think to approach us.
The view is absolutely incredible. To our left, Broadway Bridge is all lit up and bustling with people walking into and out of the lively downtown core. The Saskatchewan River itself dances and glitters before us from the lights of the city.
Fal sighs, resting their head against my shoulder as they gaze off toward a nearby party boat filled with people that’s just starting to take off from it’s dock. I reach over and begin rubbing their thigh with my hand. They moan, instinctively spreading their legs for me so that I have access to everything I could possibly want… and oh do I want it…
My fingers trace their way further and further up Fal’s leg, pressing into their mound then sliding down to feel how wet they are through their jeans.
For a few moments I just caress them through their leggings while we watch the party boat, now fully undocked and getting into the swing of the night, drift closer and closer by us. Fal takes their head off my shoulder and leans back with both hands on either side of them.
I take the cue, sliding my hand back down between their legs, under the stretchy waist band of their leggings, my fingers gliding through their soft pubes before finding their already warm and swollen clit. They twitch and gasp in excitement, grabbing onto my arm while I go to work. Their hips start pushing back against me, alternating from my movements to create the perfect rhythm and groove for their pleasure.
I’m nothing but a toy for them right now, and I like it.
A shiver so intense flows through them that when it reaches my arm I feel it flow through me. I know they’re close, so I quickly move my fingertips down between their damp labia, dipping them into their dripping wet pussy, then bring them back up to their clit. The added sensation of me using Fal’s own juices as a lube while rubbing their clit pushes them over.
They loudly cry out. Their body bucking into the night air as they cum, then fall back to lay flat on their back against the rock. I see a few heads on the party boat, no more than a hundred feet away now, look around confused. A woman and her friends standing near the bow of the ship, who have definitely heard us above the loud music playing on their vessel, laugh and cheers their drinks into the air.
None of them look toward us. None of them see.
Fal turns over and lays their head in my lap, softly chuckling to themself.
“I can’t believe nobody saw us fucking around tonight,” they say.
It’s a good point, and a bit of a relief. We really were a little more reckless than usual this time. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the best public fucking definitely came with the most risk.
NOTE: While the risk of getting caught during outdoor, or public, sex is certainly exciting, exhibitionism can and SHOULD be practiced ethically, with those participating in the act taking EVERY precaution to NOT unwilling expose others to their sexual acts. Exhibitionism that results in anyone witnessing it against their will is not only non-consensual exhibitionism, but is also a criminal offense in many communities.
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